An Invitation...

The air boomed with laughter in response to the elf. Her conjured shadow moved towards him and then passed straight through showing the form to be an illusion just as Jorrick had surmised.

DAUGHTER OF SHADOW boomed the Necromancers voice, WHAT IS THIS TALK OF KILLING? YOU SEEK THE GIFT OF DEATH DO YOU NOT? YOU SEEK TO ENTER THE REALM OF THE DEAD... MY QUEEN DOES NOT ENTERTAIN THE LIVING!

"We do not seek to die!" Balar answered and again the laughter filled the air.

COME... ENTER THE CITADEL AND SEEK MY CHAMBER

The shadow was fading now and the voice growing quieter. Balar stepped towards it gripping his axe.

"You know of out purpose?" he asked.

YOUR PURPOSE IS KNOWN. replied the shade of the Necromancer, MY QUEEN IS AMUSED AND WILL GRANT YOU AUDIENCE. SHE HAD ORDERED ME TO OPEN THE WAY...Way...way the voice and image faded to nothing leaving only the black spire in the snow.

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